Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Shoving thoughts of him aside, I spread out a napkin in my lap and then reached for a slice of pizza. When I lifted it carefully to my mouth to take a bite, I felt Micah’s gaze on me. I lowered the pizza and turned to look at him. He was smirking. What was so funny? I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly annoyed that he could make me so self-conscious.
“Are you always so prim?” he asked me.
“Are you always so annoying?” I shot back at him.
His lips curled into a full-blown smile. “You know, Tink, I think you’re the only female who finds me annoying. But then I doubt you really mean it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, hating that he was right. “You’re wrong there. Pepper thinks you’re annoying.”
He chuckled. “Little sisters don’t count. And I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s cute. That proper, prissy shit you do.”
Cute. If he called me cute one more time, I was going to shove my pizza in his face. It was grating on my nerves.
“Just stop talking,” I said, turning my attention back to the television.
“Ouch,” he drawled, but I didn’t respond.
Instead, I took a bite and started to chew.
I expected him to talk some more and continue to say things that made me angry, but instead, he started searching the movies on Netflix again. I watched as he went past several movies that might be good when he finally stopped at one.
“You good with this one?” he asked.
I nodded, not looking at him, then picked up my glass and drank down the rest of the bubbly inside of it before reaching to pour myself more. If I was going to watch an entire movie with Micah Abe, I needed help relaxing.
He clicked it, set the remote down, then took another slice from the table. I was finished with mine and used the napkin in my lap to clean my hands, then folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table before settling back with my glass.
It wasn’t until I drank all that I had and was considering pouring more that I felt its effects. Turning, I looked over at Micah, who shifted his gaze from the television to me.
“Don’t you have better things to do on a Saturday night?” I asked him.
His eyes danced with amusement. “I can’t say that I do, Tink.”
I didn’t want to smile, but my lips did so anyway. Dang them. “You’re lying,” I replied.
He took a drink from his glass, not taking his gaze off me. “Why would you say that?”
I threw out a hand and waved it around the room. “This isn’t very exciting for you.”
He shrugged. “It’s enjoyable though.”
Enjoyable. That was a good thing. He was enjoying himself.
His hand reached over and took mine. My gaze dropped to see his thumb brush over the small red welt that the espresso had left this morning.
“You want me to get an ice pack?” he asked.
I shook my head, not sure I could form words. Micah grinned, then lifted my hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over the tender flesh. The butterflies in my stomach morphed into something much more intense. They were more like a bunch of crazed seagulls.
“You even smell sweet,” he murmured against my skin.
I was sure I might just pass out right now. Micah Abe was kissing my hand—or as close to kissing as one could get—and telling me I smelled sweet.
“You sure you don’t want me to get you one of those pretty little pink ice packs? I don’t like the idea of you being in pain.”
Good Lord almighty, had I fallen asleep, or was this really happening?
I started to shake my head when a loud knock rattled my door.
“Dolly, babe. Open up!” Canyon called from the other side.
Oh no. This was a bad thing. A real bad thing.
Micah dropped my hand and shot up from the sofa.
I scrambled to follow him as he started stalking to the door. He was almost there when I managed to wrap my hands around his arm to attempt to stop him.
“Micah, wait!” I begged, not sure what would happen if he opened that door.
“Let go, Tink,” he demanded.
“DOLLY!” Canyon shouted from the other side of the door. “You’re not answering my calls or texts. Talk to me, baby.”
Micah’s eyes locked with mine. “He’s called and texted you?” he asked me in an accusing tone.
“We were dating,” I exclaimed. “I didn’t respond. You heard him.” I didn’t like the way he was looking at me, as if I had done something wrong.
He jerked his arm free, and his hand went to his back, just under the leather vest he was wearing. Fear sliced through me as he pulled out a gun. Panicking as tears filled my eyes, I didn’t reach for his arm this time. Guns terrified me.